"Xiaxia surely doesn't have a romantically prolific brother like you," Han Zhen couldn't resist fanning the flames, deliberately teasing.
"Oh please, as if you're so clean. Who made the papers yesterday? What was it? 36E, mixed-race, fresh, model..."
"Still better than changing girlfriends every three months."
"Damn, you just can't help but throw me under the bus, can you?"
"You two don't need to be the pot calling the kettle black," Lu Ziheng interrupted them directly with a single sentence, "Also."
He looked at Yan Nansheng with a serious expression, "Is Xiaoyu someone you can call? Call her sister-in-law."
Yan Nansheng's handsome face immediately scrunched up, "No way, Xiaoyu is only nineteen this year, I'm almost twenty-seven, you want me to call her sister-in-law? Are you kidding me?"
Lu Ziheng continued seriously, "Except for Azhen, all of you have to call her sister-in-law."
